Apotheosis

The Spark Of Genius

CHAPTER ONE: THE SPARK OF GENIUS

"People aren't born equal."

Even though they should be. We are all living and breathing beings born of the same species on the same planet, in the same universe.

So what made some people better than others? Quirks, super powers that over eighty percent of the population were born with.

It used to be money, or ethnicity, but that was human nature. People will always find ways to be better than others just so they could look down on the others. Unfortunately for Izuku Midoriya, he was one of the 'others' of society.

A quirkless boy that everyone looked down on, like he had some sort of disability just by being a normal human. But even still, he wanted nothing more than to be a hero, maybe not the greatest hero, but a hero nonetheless.

All Might was always his idol, that man's smile and attitude was always a light in his otherwise bleak world. That's what he wanted to be, that light in someone else's world, Izuku felt like he owed it to someone out there to be their light just like All Might was his.

Until he was told by said hero to give up on his dreams.

Until he saw All Might for what he really was.

It was one thing to be picked on by Kacchan and told every day that he was a quirkless nobody that could never be a hero. As much as that chipped away at his self-esteem and confidence, he could still carry on with that. But to hear the same thing from the number one hero, that was soul crushing.

'I can't be a hero huh? Fine. You win world.'

Izuku sighed, finally giving up. He didn't even bother stopping to take notes on whatever commotion was going on in the streets. All of his notes, scientific formulas, diagrams and sketches for devices and gadgets were meaningless to him now.

He didn't care anymore.

| LATER THAT DAY |

Izuku stared at his wall of hero posters and magazine cutouts with a somber look on his freckled face. Slowly, he reached up and started taking them down, opened up one of the trash bags he got from the kitchen, and stuffed it all into the bag.

"It appears your son is quirkless, I'm sorry but he won't be able to be a hero."

He took all of his notebooks and tossed them in the bag. Next was all of his theories, sketches and diagrams for devices and gadgets that could simulate a quirk. He even threw out all of his mathematical equations for these theories and hypothetical projects.

"I'm sorry Izuku."

Izuku went into his closet and grabbed all the comic books, manga, and graphic novels that he collected over the years. It wasn't just Japanese comics, but American ones too. He used to like the intricate and elaborate universes that Marvel and DC created with their comics.

Now though, they all lost meaning to him so into the trash they go.

"I'm sorry kid, but without a quirk you can't be a hero. We risk our lives every day, it's not something a quirkless person can do. Try being an officer, sure it's not the most glamorous job, but it's still a noble profession."